Ancient Angel Ii
Just as i suspected
This dim-layer that suddenly brightened-bright
Inspecting the night
Advertising stars in such a mid-day
Dozing as if descending
With wisp watching whispers
Whispering the wings of their clippers
Drew a bridge of white sings
A thunder stroke
And visiting was the pallars of rain
Running these races of angel brain
The visit was to earth
Seeking the men of earth
The dim-night clouding the ground
Was overshadowed by rhymes
These rhymes rusting
Born of acrostic
Tortured the sky sounding
O my greatest surprise
They were singing
poem by Ebi Robert
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